Category Archives: Li Po

poem – bathed and washed

“Bathed in fragrance, do not brush your hat; Washed in perfume, do not shake your coat: “Knowing the world fears what is too pure, The wisest man prizes and stores light!” By Bluewater an old angler sat: You and I … Continue reading

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poem – under the moon

Under the crescent moon’s faint glow The washerman’s bat resounds afar, And the autumn breeze sighs tenderly. But my heart has gone to the Tartar war, To bleak Kansuh and the steppes of snow, Calling my husband back to me.

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poem – good old moon

When I was a boy I called the moon a white plate of jade, sometimes it looked like a great mirror hanging in the sky, first came the two legs of the fairy and the cassia tree, but for whom … Continue reading

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poem – to his two children

In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green, And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep. In East Luh where my family stay, I wonder who is sowing those fields of ours. I cannot be back in time … Continue reading

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Poem – She Spins Silk

Far up river in Szechuan, waters rise as spring winds roar. How can I dare to meet her now, to brave the dangerous gorge? The grass grows green in the valley below where silk worms silently spin. Her hands work … Continue reading

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Poem – The Solitude of Night

t was at a wine party— I lay in a drowse, knowing it not. The blown flowers fell and filled my lap. When I arose, still drunken, The birds had all gone to their nests, And there remained but few … Continue reading

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Poem – On Gazing into a Mirror

Follow Tao, and nothing is old or new. Lose it, and the ruins of age return. Someone smiling back in the mirror, hair white as the frost-stained glass, you admit lament is empty, ask how reflections get so worn and … Continue reading

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